Harry The Qwaser

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - Seikon no Qwaser/Qwaser of Stigmata - or Trinity Blood

Key:

"Speech"

'Thought'

Chapter 2

Dear Mr. Potter

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

That was all the newly turned 11 year old Harry had to read before folding up the letter that was just given to him by the owl that was currently eating his bacon. Standing up from his chair at the communal table Harry walked over to a monk sitting a little farther down the table from him.

"Looks like you win, it says I'm going to Hogwarts" Harry told the monk who proceeded to look smug "make sure that the owl stays I need to send a letter to the headmaster."

With the monks nod of understanding Harry walked out of the room to go search for this mentor and contact for his job. That man was always smiling recently and that always made Harry curious about what he was up to.

Walking up the stairs to the upper levels and looking out the windows over the beautiful French landscape Harry began to reminisce about how he came to live under the tender mercies of the tall brown haired man who taught him everything.

Flashback

Harry woke up from the his happenings at the church to be greeted by the site of a young woman wearing a long white dress with shoulder length red hair reading a book while sitting in a chair. He was also relieved to see that the jerk with blond haired was nowhere to be seen. Letting his eyes wander over the room Harry noted that his glasses were off which caused the room to be a large mass of blurs. The room was just a plain white room with several other beds. He was in the bed closest to the window.

"Oh you're awake, excuse me I'll go get Father." the young lady hastily said before leaving the room and leaving Harry all alone.

'Father?' Harry thought wondering if this was some family's home 'I hope it's not that blond jerk, seriously what kind of bastard watches as a kid gets beat up and doesn't care.'

The door opened slowly just as Harry was able to sit up in the bed. Turning his head Harry saw the girl from earlier walking back in. He could not make out any defining features do to the fact that he still had not found his glasses.

"Oh I'm sorry I forgot you don't have your glasses, I'm sorry but they were damaged beyond repair when we brought you here" the girl rambled out quickly as she walked over to the bed harry was sitting on. "When you're doing better we'll take you to get some new glasses, okay" she finished up with a little giggle.

Only nodding as a conformation Harry remained sitting in the bed quietly as the young woman began to shuffle around the room. Finally feeling secure Harry took a moment to take stock of himself rather than his surroundings and situation. Years of living under the Dursley family's thumb had made him paranoid, and he survived because of it.

He was sitting in a bed wearing only the pants that he had on when he had gone to the church.

'The church' that's right, he fully remembered what had happened. His uncle had tried to kill him, and he had passed out.

Reaching up to his face Harry was greatly surprised to find that his face has fully intact with not even a scratch on him. Continuing to use his hands to examine his body Harry found that all the scars on his chest were still there and in place, he could breathe just fine, and he wasn't sore at all.

Was he dreaming? Did the church never happen? There was only one final place to check to make sure he was awake. Slowly almost tentatively harry reached up and pushed his bangs out of the way of his eyes.

He often checked to make sure if he was dreaming when he did some of his chores. Always praying that it was just a nightmare and that he never had to put up with the Dursleys again, but his uncles soon to come beatings always cemented the fact that he was awake.

He never pinched himself because his skin was usually to sore and bruised, but there was one spot on his body that gave a short small jolt of pain, and was in a place his uncle would never dare to punch him.

Tracing his fingers lightly over his forehead he found what he was looking for. Directly in the middle of his forehead was the small lightning bolt shaped scar. That scar had been with him his entire life, and when he pressed his fingers against it he felt a small shock of pain. That always happened whenever he touched his scar. But that meant he was awake and that was what mattered. If only for the moment. Now that he was sure that he was awake and alive he needed to figure out where he was.

"I'm glad to see that you're doing alright" the woman commented shocking Harry out of his thoughts. She was moving closer to Harry slowly almost as if she was afraid of him.

'She has a right to be afraid of me.' Harry thought 'What was that brick that hit uncle Vernon in the head; I didn't see anyone throw it.'

The woman was now close enough that Harry could make out a few of her defining features. She was probably about 19 years old and had lapis blue eyes. In total she was probably an ordinary woman with nothing significant about her. And that was just fine with Harry. He had already lived an abnormal life and he was ready for things to quiet down.

Deciding that she was a little to close Harry backed up from his sitting position until he his back was resting against the headboard. All the while the girl continued to stare intently at him or more specifically at his forehead. Feeling self consciousness Harry raised his hand to cover his brow.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare it's just that the healer witch who took care of you was very interested in that scar" the lady said pointing at were his scar is. "I just want to know what's so amazing about it."

"Ha ha, now Esther is that anyway to treat our guest, you should be asking him how he is, not about him."

"Father! I'm sorry" the girl said startled as a man walked through the open door. His footsteps echoed through the room as he moved closer, a look of indifference on his face, and a small cross hanging on a chain around his neck. He was a tall man with long silver hair, and a pair of round glasses perched on his nose.

Harry couldn't help himself as he let out a sigh of relief. 'At least it's not that blond bastard' Harry thought to himself.

"Judging by the sigh I'm going to guess that you're relieved that I'm not the man who discovered you at the church" the new man said bringing Harry's full attention back to him. With Harry's tentative nod the man continued "He is a crude person, but he does his job well." After a quick sigh of his own the man began again "Do not worry you will never have to see him again, and I will hopefully never see him again as well" the last part was said under the man's breath.

"Father why don't we all introduce ourselves to each other, so we all know who the other people are" the now identified Esther asked gently. Finding it to be the best course of action Harry gave his consent, quickly followed by Father.

"Well I'm Sister Esther of the St. Wisdom Orphanage for Girls, were we currently are, just call me Esther for now though okay," she stated being the only forward person in the room.

And no one else said a word.

Harry had a reason to be quiet, for in the Dursley's house if he talked he was beaten. Actually he was beaten anyway but it was worse if he talked. So he was going to stay quiet until everyone else had said their piece before he even thought about opening his mouth. The priest was just a shy person.

"Um, one of you is suppose to introduce yourself and then the other one goes" Esther tried to offer helpfully, but neither answered instead both continued to stay silent and wait for the other. "Well since no one is going to answer I'll do the introductions" Sister Esther stated after a minute of silence. Clearing her throat more to annoy the two males than anything else she began by turning to Harry.

"This is Father Abel Nightroad" She said gesturing in the finely named Father's position.

"Just call me Father" the man said to Harry with a bit of a chuckle in his voice.

"You lost your chance to say what to call you when you refused to speak up" Esther nearly yelled deciding that now was a good time to belittle the man for his insistence on not speaking his name. Turning to Harry after she finished lecturing Abel, Esther continued by speaking to Harry albeit in a much softer and gentler voice.

She started to talk to Harry hoping that she was soothing enough that he would tell them his name "Now deary I'm sorry but I can't introduce you on account of that I don't know your name."

His name. When he thought about it, it brought back bad memories. How many 6 year old kids could claim a bad memory from their name? Well Harry could because he didn't know his full name. He had always been boy, freak, and other terms of disgrace and abuse. Even when he went to school he had not heard his last name even though he had been in attendance for a month. The teachers seemed to avoid him by only calling him Harry. He was lucky to have been smart enough to have picked up how to talk properly from hearing people talk around the neighborhood.

And the one time he had asked about his last name his uncle had savagely beat him while yelling at him that he was lucky that he was called anything and had the forewarning that he had to do something. Afterwards he was confined to the cabinet under the stairs for a week. When he was finally let out his first set of chores was to clean up all the mess from the takeout food the Dursley had been living on while Harry didn't cook. That always comforted Harry with the fact that he was more skilled than anyone else in that family.

Looking over at the two people who shared the room with him, he once again examined their blurred forms. The woman, Sister Esther, seemed to be a kind woman; she had that motherly aura about her that made him feel safe. And the man was tall with strong broad shoulders that accentuated his presence in the room. To be quite honest the man scared Harry quite a lot, but he had nowhere to run to.

Deciding that the truth was the best he leaned closer to the woman and slowly began to speak in the very quiet voice that he had been allowed to talk in while at the Dursley's. "My name is Harry ma'am; I don't have a last name."

"Don't have a last name, well that just won't do we'll have to get you one then. A good strong one that's the embodiment of strength and courage." Sister Esther began listing off names but was quickly interrupted by the tall man.

"I'm sorry to ruin you fun Sister but our young friend here already has a name." The priest decided to pause here not for dramatic tension but to annoy Esther. "His full name is Harry James Potter."

"Harry James Potter." the young boy said rolling his own name around to see if he liked the sound of it. "Harry Potter" he did, he did like the sound of it. And so that would be his name from then on.

"Yes, Harry, which would be derived from Harold a good name, when compared to Saint Harold it's a little ironic though" the blonde priest continued on speaking to himself.

"And just how is his name ironic if I may ask" Esther decided to chime in.

"You may ask all you like dear Sister," the man replied back as a jab, "but Saint Harold was a young child, much like Mr. Potter here, who was stabbed to death, and young Mr. Potter here was almost beaten to death by his uncle."

Gasping in shock over the revelation of how close Harry shared his fate with that of St. Harold, Esther quickly took a step back and turned to try and comfort Harry. But luckily for Harry he had not heard a word that had been said. So luckily Harry would not be obtaining any more mental and emotional trauma today. He was still blissfully and joyfully enjoying the moment that he finally had his very own name to call his own. He didn't have to hold any physical connection to his relatives. He was a Potter and not a Dursley.

Deciding to let Harry enjoy his moment in ignorance Esther rounded on Abel "Don't you dare open your mouth and say such things without thinking about them first you could have scared the poor child with those words."

Coming to the conclusion that he would rather not receive a lecture today the priest conceded to Esther wishes and wisely apologized to Harry who continued to mutter his name under his breath.

Once Esther had settled down and gotten Harry to stop saying his name, it was decided upon to continue.

"Now that we all know each other why don't we let Harry ask us all the questions he wants to get those out of the way" the only grown man in the room surprisingly suggested.

Seeing that everyone else had agreed to this path but him Harry proceeded to think of all the questions he wanted to ask. "Where am I, and how long have I been asleep" he decided would be his first question.

"We told you already we're in the locally owned St. Wisdom's Orphanage for Girls," Sister Esther said with a small giggle that made Harry smile at his slip up rather than hide like he normally would around his uncle. "Here we take in orphan girls and raise them to the best of our abilities and theirs. We're a little ways out of London, and you've been asleep for about an entire day."

Wanting to avoid the embarrassment of asking a question that had already been answered before Harry thought back to his earlier conversation with Esther. Looking down at his repaired body Harry inquired about how that had come around.

"You said earlier that I had been seen by a healer but I still don't understand how I've recovered this much in a day, Even though I don't know what my injuries were."

Giving another giggle Esther once again answered "Magic of course it was the only way to save you in time, and don't worry about your wounds they don't matter anymore."

"But magic doesn't exist, I mean it can't. Can it?" Harry began to ramble looking questioningly at the two adults in the room.

Answering a question for once Abel started "Yes magic is very real and is hidden very well from the rest of the world."

"Are the two of you magical then" Harry decided to venture asking.

"Ha ha ha! No my boy I'm sorry but we're not magical but I'm something almost as bad though," Abel said with a big grin on his face from the laugh he had just had, "I'm from the Vatican."

"The Vatican?" Harry asked quirking his head.

"The seat of power for the Catholic Church" Esther picked up from where the priest left off.

"Enough of that for now, we can get into descriptions later. Do you have anything else to ask us Mr. Potter" the priest asked trying to hurry everyone along.

Thinking as hard as his young mind could Harry came up with one more question. "The man you mentioned earlier from the church called me a strange word and I want to know what it is."

"Oh what was this strange word" Esther asked.

"I don't really know it sounded like it began with a 'qwa' or something."

"Qwaser" Abel said with conviction.

"Yeah that's what he called me a qwaser" Harry said excitedly, raising his voice a little for the first time.

"Ha ha, a qwaser is much to complex to explain right now so why don't we get you some breakfast and some more rest and then I promise I'll tell you what a qwaser is" the silver haired priest said with a smile on his face.

Getting caught up in the moment Harry became the child that he was and proceeded to beg the older man to tell him something about a qwaser.

Finally relenting to Harry's pleading Abel simply stated "A qwaser needs a lot of training, so eat up to gain lots of energy, and I'll be your mentor until you master your ability's."

Finding that was the best answer he was going to get Harry relented to allow Esther to bring him breakfast before settling down for a nap.

Meanwhile

An old man in northern Scotland wearing purple robes and with a long white beard was beginning to worry as the wards he placed around a house began to fall.

Flashback End

That was five years in the past. He traveled the world with Abel, but still came home to see Esther every once in awhile. Coming across the door that led to his mentor's office Harry knocked and waited to be acknowledged before entering and there sitting behind his desk was Father Abel NIghtroad still looking like he did five years ago.

"It seems I've been accepted into the magical school of Hogwarts" Harry stated in a firm voice that came from years of being forced to take charge.

"So why are you telling me this you're old enough to make your own decisions on what to do about this Mr. Potter" the priest stated with a large grin on his face.

"I was just wondering if this was the reason you've been smiling all this time and if so how much money did you make from the obvious bet you just won?"

"Harry I am a priest and as such I have taken a vow of poverty so I could not have put down any money on a wager even if there was such a thing" he retorted back to Harry's stated question.

"Whatever you say Abe."

"I keep telling you to call me Father."

"Sorry I just love the look on your face when I call you anything but Father. Now seriously would it be beneficial for me to go."

"In all truth it would help if we had someone inside the magical community so I would recommend it, but if you do decide to go keep your powers a secret."

"Alright I'll got to go write a letter" was Harry's leaving remark as he walked out the door and went into the room he was currently staying in. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen Harry checked the acceptance letter he had in his pocket to make sure he was writing to the correct person.

Dear Assistant Headmistress McGonagall

I would be honored to attend you fine school, but I know nothing of the ways of the magical world and would like to request a guide. I am out of the country right now, but would be happy to meet someone at the entrance to Hyde Park at noon any day after a week from today. I will await a response from you.

Yours Truly Harry Potter

Rolling up the piece of paper and wrapping string around it like the parchment he received had been Harry walked back down stairs tied is letter to the still waiting owl's leg and chased the bird off before sitting down to continue his breakfast.

-End Chapter-

That's it for this chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed.

reblchild that is a good list and a lot of them will be in the harem, but the older women (Tonks and up) will probably not make it into the harem but they may make an appearance if the situation arises.

I have come back to this chapter and some following chapters to fix a few things and have changed some of the OCs to characters from Trinity Blood. there will be no mentions of vampires or crusniks, I just wanted a more recognizable characters than what I had created.